Often confusing

Undesirous

Of sunlit days in winter morns,
I dream inside my bedroom walls.
Just a few steps away was my want all,
But it's better to dream of it all.
Of the snow outside, no mud just pure.
It's all there for my taking sure,
But what will I do, where can I keep?
Where can I put all these feelings deep.
When I have all I ever wanted,
How can I feel all I was never granted.
Glass urns shatter, cardboard tears.
How much more can my soul bear?
There's no space for the real and fair,
Just a Walkman with a cassette bare.
Four songs skip, repeat, encore.
I swim through the past to touch the shore.
And when those seas drain from my eyes,
In dim lit purple bedroom lights.
I shall dream of what's out there,
Just a few feet beyond my chair.